YSR Gramz, BabyTron - Big Turnt lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[YSR Gramz, BabyTron - Big Turnt lyrics]
Huh bitch, I'm Mr go Up In The Store, huh
Bitch, I'm Mr go Up In The Store
Jam The Chip Then Dip
Told brodie stop the scam shit
I'm a hypocrite
Sick did the F&N jam, did the pistol whip
Turban off the foreign sneaks
Looking like a immigrant
I know you sick you work a six-to-six
RTAs off the Goose coat
Got the blick equipped
Exclusive drop on Melrose
You can't get this drip punch God
I ain't never ever once flip the zip
Robbed a nigga yesterday
He got pistol whipped
I got dog shit like I slipped in shit
35 in my 'Wood, this bitch thick as shit
I'll beat a nigga ass like a instrument
223s make a nigga Jeff Hardy flip
Hе let a nigga sell him fake-ass
Drank and I know hе sick
I went to school with that nigga, man
I know he bitch
I got all blues on me but I'm not no Crip
Fuck, shit, damn huh, huh, yeah
I got red bottoms on but I'm not no Blood
Bitch, I left two hunnid at the
Crib but I got a dub fuck, shit, damn
He ran up and he caught some slugs
Fuck, shit, damn, I might fall, bitch
I'm off the drugs let me catch my balance
That is not the paparazzi, bitch
The weapon flashing
Looking like the Jabbawockeez
How the necklace dancing
Get him stripped out his kit
If I send them bandit's
I'll put green on yo head
Like a Caesar salad
Went to his hood the other day
He is not valid
High as hell in the booth while I'm off acid
Me and Tron in the booth
We just rap captions
Yo homeboy raps wack as fuck
He be rap capping
If you catch that nigga outside
Twist his hat backwards
I can't let my nigga 'round rappers
He a jackrabbit
I don't really trust none of these niggas
They be back stabbing
Full court all year, I'ma keep pressing
Fuck a eighthy, Backwood got a three-seven
Shit, fully switch'll turn this bitch
Up in three seconds hopping out McLarens OT
Probably cheese spreading
Big turnt, dumbass, boy, I been turnt
Unky need a damn gold medal
For that wrist work off White addict
This week this my sixth shirt
I was down twenty to my name, boy
Ain't shit worse
Keep playing, lil' nigga
I'ma put you on a T-shirt
Granny said, "Quit getting high, nigga
Gotta eat first"
You paid a nigga for a feature
Got a weak verse you keep sitting on yo ass
I know the seat hurt
Since a young-ass nigga I been lit forever
I don't see him nowhere like he on tether
They know not to play with gang
Niggas know better
One call can get him blown
Like a fucking feather
Told Danny G punch me in, bitch
We at the Lab these niggas ain't on shit
Like the fucking Cavs new gen Glocky stick
Fuck around and up the MAG
My weed stank bad, I gotta take a bath
One call to them hell raisers
They'll flame his ass
When my shooter do hit's, he be taking cabs
You paid for stu' time just to
Go and make some trash
When yo Distro check come, I'ma take yo cash
Bitch, I'm Mr go Up In The Store
Jam The Chip Then Dip
Told brodie stop the scam shit
I'm a hypocrite
Sick did the F&N jam, did the pistol whip
Turban off the foreign sneaks
Looking like a immigrant
I know you sick you work a six-to-six
RTAs off the Goose coat
Got the blick equipped
Exclusive drop on Melrose
You can't get this drip punch God
I ain't never ever once flip the zip
Robbed a nigga yesterday
He got pistol whipped
I got dog shit like I slipped in shit
35 in my 'Wood, this bitch thick as shit
I'll beat a nigga ass like a instrument
223s make a nigga Jeff Hardy flip
Hе let a nigga sell him fake-ass
Drank and I know hе sick
I went to school with that nigga, man
I know he bitch
I got all blues on me but I'm not no Crip
Fuck, shit, damn huh, huh, yeah
I got red bottoms on but I'm not no Blood
Bitch, I left two hunnid at the
Crib but I got a dub fuck, shit, damn
He ran up and he caught some slugs
Fuck, shit, damn, I might fall, bitch
I'm off the drugs let me catch my balance
That is not the paparazzi, bitch
The weapon flashing
Looking like the Jabbawockeez
How the necklace dancing
Get him stripped out his kit
If I send them bandit's
I'll put green on yo head
Like a Caesar salad
Went to his hood the other day
He is not valid
High as hell in the booth while I'm off acid
Me and Tron in the booth
We just rap captions
Yo homeboy raps wack as fuck
He be rap capping
If you catch that nigga outside
Twist his hat backwards
I can't let my nigga 'round rappers
He a jackrabbit
I don't really trust none of these niggas
They be back stabbing
Full court all year, I'ma keep pressing
Fuck a eighthy, Backwood got a three-seven
Shit, fully switch'll turn this bitch
Up in three seconds hopping out McLarens OT
Probably cheese spreading
Big turnt, dumbass, boy, I been turnt
Unky need a damn gold medal
For that wrist work off White addict
This week this my sixth shirt
I was down twenty to my name, boy
Ain't shit worse
Keep playing, lil' nigga
I'ma put you on a T-shirt
Granny said, "Quit getting high, nigga
Gotta eat first"
You paid a nigga for a feature
Got a weak verse you keep sitting on yo ass
I know the seat hurt
Since a young-ass nigga I been lit forever
I don't see him nowhere like he on tether
They know not to play with gang
Niggas know better
One call can get him blown
Like a fucking feather
Told Danny G punch me in, bitch
We at the Lab these niggas ain't on shit
Like the fucking Cavs new gen Glocky stick
Fuck around and up the MAG
My weed stank bad, I gotta take a bath
One call to them hell raisers
They'll flame his ass
When my shooter do hit's, he be taking cabs
You paid for stu' time just to
Go and make some trash
When yo Distro check come, I'ma take yo cash